What isn’t there? Responsibilities. Agendas. Deadlines.
No cares of deciding where to find your next meal, no pets, no surprises, no mail, no news, no garbage . . .
just the never ending skyline of the Infinite and your unencumbered mind.
Death, but death with the highest and most subtle heartbeat. A chance to step-aside and allow a fresh frontier to become your new reality; your new identity.
A time of ultimate uncertainty where absolutely anything is possible.
Luxurious freshness, filled with unlimited hope and serenity.
Floating.
Floating.
The Infinite 